The time for thought is now.

[HarleyDog]

(07-02-2020, 01:02 AM)fredtoast Wrote: Pinched out a chunk of meat 'tween my thumb and diddle finger when the fence gate popped into the latch.

Hurt like a son-of-a-*****.

My blood tasted like copper plus something sweet and familiar.

Over in the weeds some rabbits were humping.

But the wind said "the days are getting shorter now," and it carried a faint smell of Joe Burrow.

So all was well.

I rubbed some dirt on it and went back to work.

Your rambling thread sounds like a "House" episode I watched today. Patient ended up having an STD. Might want to make a Dr's appointment for precautionary reasons just to be sure.